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Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Defining who I AM


I started this project with a curiosity of wanting to see the inside of shanties and meet the residents of these villages. What are the lives of these people like? What leads them to this destination?  My purpose for creating this work was that I couldn’t drive by it everyday and not have my questions answered. I needed to know their story.

This first thing I learned from taking on this project was to detach emotionally from the people I was documenting. I figured this out by doing the opposite first. 
On my early camp visits I left  feeling sad. I wanted to help these people.  Perhaps I can find them jobs, bring food or collect clothing.   I was overwhelmed by a sense of “there by the grace of God go I.”  What if I were going through this experience? I was projected my feelings onto them.  

My gut reaction was to jump into action to do what ever I could to help. I was monitoring about five camps at the time and this included several hundred people.  The more food I handed out the more they wanted. The more I gave the more they needed. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that I was out of my league. On my own I am not going to be able to save the world.  I do not have the skills or the resources to make a significant difference to these people.  Quickly I discovered that I was being pulled away from my original mission to observe.

Trying to solve problems for others is NOT the best use of my gifts.  To be able to move forward and be productive I had no choice but to define who I am and accept who I am not.   I am not a social worker, an activist, a lawyer, a nonprofit, or a fundraiser and the list of who I am NOT goes on. Who I am is a visual storyteller and it is my job to simply record and tell this story about a time and place. Perhaps my photographs could affect people to take action but I need to stick to what I do best and not try to become someone who I am not.


My first lesson from STRUCTURE OUT OF CHAOS was detachment.  If I get too emotionally involved I become the story instead of a witness. If that happens my photographs are no longer honest and will become propaganda manipulating the viewer on how they should feel. The photographs would become a projection of my emotions. No one can learn without an open mind and it does not serve any good to react emotionally without knowing the facts.  From a detached state of being I dropped my emotions and concentrated solely on my mission to experience and not react to the story.


Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Producing a final presentation


Where do I start to Blog about a topic that has been on my mind for almost 20 years?  When I moved to Miami in January 1993 the problems between homeless people and the City of Miami was already happening. I was in major culture shock arriving from the Midwest to a city where English is not the primary language. Then to have homeless people trying to wash my windshield at every stop light and seeing communities of people living in plywood boxes certainly made me question what was going on in this world.

I have this strong personal curiosity.  What are the daily lives of these people like? What do their shacks look like on the inside? How do they feel about living like this?  I ask questions about people a lot in life. It is one thing to have a thought. It is another thing to be brave enough to go up and introduce yourself and start asking these questions.

At first I took friends along with me to these camps but after one trip none of them wanted to do it again.  Not even my boyfriend!  It would have been really helpful to have a Spanish translator but I learned to not allow the language barrier to hold me back. One thing I knew for sure no one had the passion that I had for this story. If I wanted to do this project than I had to be brave enough to do it alone, and I did.

Creating images was one task. Getting the story out to the public was been a whole new set of obstacles. People get excited to hear about my personal work until I use the buzz words “homeless people” or “sex offenders.” Once I do that the conversation drops like a lead balloon

I’m not here to tell you how to think or feel about our social abnormalities.  It is not my place to tell you what is right or wrong. I am simply here to share the journey I took and the viewers can make up their own minds about what to do with the information.

Through the process of this documentary I learned about myself. At first I wanted to help everyone. Only I am one person and those that I wanted to help by far out number me. So how do I help them?  I am not social worker. I am not homeless advocate. I am not a lawyer or a philanthropist.  I am not any of those people nor will I ever be in those roles. What I am is a visual artist with a story to tell. It is time to share the stories and to start a fresh dialogue about our humanity and topic of homelessness in America. 

Finishing this project will require funding. I would like to photograph more as the middle class increasingly swell into the ranks of the homeless. Or I can accept that what I have done is enough and try to get a large exhibition into some venues where the public can experience this imagery.

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